Blood Golem Novels & Stories

A small smile crept across my lips. One of the treasures I gained from helping that foolish woman… Morrisa. I hovered the amulet against the wound. Warm energy spread through my arm. The flesh began knitting itself together. Few minutes later… The wound was gone. Just as the healing finished, a howl echoed through the forest. Not one of mine. Celdor’s wolves had found my scent. I chuckled darkly. “Good.” I reached beneath my cloak and pulled out a small bottle, then drank its contents slowly.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

Then her phone rang. She blinked and reached for it on the bed. The screen showed: Uncle Mario. She hesitated, then answered. “I hope you love everything,” his voice came through, calm but heavy. Amara froze. She didn’t expect the gifts to come from him. For a moment, she didn’t even know what to say. Mario continued, “Blood is thicker than water. Always remember... Leone blood runs in your vein. Even if our family is not smooth, don’t spit on your family name.”

Wrong. He doesn't even flinch and slams me into the ground. My blood runs cold, my stomach twisting with disgust as saliva droops from his mouth to my face. “You really are interesting. If I were just a werewolf, you might have given me more than a mild shock.” He gives me a smile that'll haunt me even in death, before sinking his fangs into my shoulder. He rips out the flesh, blood splattering across my face. A bloodcurdling scream rips through me as tears flood my eyes, burning down my cheeks. The pain is unbearable, nothing like I've ever felt before.

BLOOD+ DANIELA GOMEZ The perfect doll. The counterpart and the puppet created as the perfect image and the alternate 'she' of the original Princess of Time and Space Dimension, Ai. The Vice-President of the popular paranormal club in the Royal Knights Academy, the Blood +. She is the only maiden of the family of Gomez after a thousand generation bloodline who bares the heavens blessing and the hell’s curse as an in-line family of Shaman, who protects the sacred temple of Deaths famously known as the Death Temple. She possesses the ability of a summoner can summon and call any mythical being from the other realm to be her vessel knight and the most powerful Shaman born after the last curse 10

From the shadows, they rose. The first golem scraped its way upright, its body a patchwork of stone and rusted armor, stitched together with glowing lines of runes. Two more followed, each taller than Caelum, each exhaling the heavy stink of old Everley magic. Their eyes weren’t eyes at all but hollow sockets burning with white fire. They didn’t move like lumbering constructs; they stalked, deliberate and precise, as if the Trial had given them a single command: break the heirs.

Zayn muttered. Adrien sprang forward and hacked at the golem’s leg. The blade bit deep, but the wound closed immediately as more debris flowed into it. The thing swung a massive arm at him; he ducked, the impact sending shockwaves through the slab. Sera raised both hands, summoning a barrage of silver-white spears of moonlight. They slammed into the golem’s chest, punching smoking holes through it, but each hole simply filled again. “We can’t keep fighting her puppets,” Sera shouted.

It was a demonic object forged out of the blood of countless living people. Out of the blue, the bloody glow of the banner intensified and sucked in all of the Blood Essence inside the bodies on the ground until nothing was left. It even took in the blood of many disciples who weren't dead but merely heavily injured. After having its fill of blood, the large banner expanded twofold and countless human skulls dripping with blood materialized out of thin air. Gale picked up violently in the public square, wailing and howling.

In this ritual the blood of living humans keeps on flowing out from their seven natural openings until they die and turns in to ‘Black Blood ghost’, once this ritual is completed then the newly formed ‘Black blood Ghost’ keeps reciting the incantation on other living humans. This newly formed ghost are said to be as equally powerful to a malicious ghost, sometime we can consider them as more worst then malicious ghost since they are more deadly and dangerous when it come to destroy them… Black Blood ghost have no sense of reason and only had instinct to kill each and every living being that comes in contact with the blood that is splashed by him, this ghost can trace smell of his own blood o

“I have a feeling this creature is a cut above the rest.” Grace shook her head, “We are running out of time, and we made a promise to those people trapped in the school.” She pulled out a night scope and peered through it, “Oh goody, he brought friends.” Warren bobbed his head and focused in the distance. Grace wasn't wrong, the newcomer had followers, more twisted and ugly than it was. These were the flesh golems mentioned in the report. Unlike the stitched horror, these creatures lumbered forward awkwardly. Warren knew what they lacked in physical grace, didn't make them any less deadly.